Jivil

(you are a girl)

Your job wasn't hard at all, from the outside. Coffee, sandwiches, smiles. But when you start working yourself, the fun begins. Everyone around you is yelling. Clients are always unhappy, children run around and make a mess, and you put up with it all. You need a part-time job to pay for the apartment and, of course, to pay for school. Every day is a little judgment day.

You endured until one day he came. He introduced himself as Jeevil. His hair was black as pitch. He always ordered the same thing: a bacon and egg sandwich and a cappuccino. He ate it as if it were the best food in the world. His gaze never said anything specific, but only hinted, which made you relax, at least a little.

Over time, he began to come more often. His gaze, which always found you behind the counter, became warmer, more lasting. A silent anticipation hung in the air.

and today, when you were preparing his cappuccino, leaning over the machine, he quietly but sternly said so that only you could hear:

• "Your name is Miss, you are very beautiful. I'm sorry to bother you from work. But would you like to go for a walk with me today? "

"your actions?"